Do you know that feeling when you were younger and easily invested, and you walked out of an awesome movie that changed your world for...

Loving you is Green, my favorite color. Green like a vine for the way you make me grow. Green like the leaves on all the hikes we’ll go....

Moving is something I have done a lot of times in my life. Nineteen times to be exact … I don’t think that includes all the times I...

I went down to my office to write this blog under the cozy glow of my firefly lights, and was greeted instead by the stack of boxes and...

It has occurred to me that in a lost and searching culture that largely doesn’t know where else to place its faith, self-love campaigns,...

It’s spooky season, and the weather follows suit in a perpetual state of preparing for storm. A hazy filter settles over the world, casting pearl on the clouds, and brown on the fields, and bleakness in the horizon. Yet the vibrant fall colors reveal a deeper hue in light of the absent sun. The vivid autumn hillsides can make any town look like a New England one. I pass through a gateway of yellow trees with leaves that flutter down to take their place in the golden lacework

I think I hear a cayote in the backyard woods. Maybe it’s just a dog from the faraway fenced in house. Maybe it’s just a groundhog red...

Morning rain is weeping Onto the windowpane. Pitter-patter, as it fills the edges of overturned buckets, And any crevice it can find....